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I’m still trying to keep myself from going WOOOOO, but I actually hooked my portable hard drive (yeah, the dead one) up to a mac after Craig gave up on it and it recognized it in one try. Now it’s “preparing to copy” but it hasn’t actually started copying yet.
There’s no telling where this is going to go from here.
So 
Craig and I loaded up my busted portable hard drive today to see what it sounded like to him and it made a whole new series of sounds. I don’t know if they’re better or worse, but it’s at least changing. Fuck, for a second I thought it was acutally mounting, but then it just sat and spun for a long time. I don’t know whether to get my hopes up or not.
Fuck you, hard drive, you made me love you so much, and now I have nothing but hate for you.
Last night I was plagued by, in my opinion, pretty odd dreams. I remember only a few details now, hours after waking, but they’re the ones that stick out the most.
The most unusual thing I remember dreaming was being bored out of my skull. I think it’s a pretty sad state of affairs when you’re bored all day, even on your day off, and then when you sleep, and dream, you continue to be bored. I remember pacing up and down the house, looking for something to do, until I paced my way to Target where I found some people sitting at a table and I convinced them to play Magic. they didn’t have any Magic cards, so we took some laminated pieces of paper (exactly like the ones I got Scott Kurtz and Gabe to draw on a couple weeks ago) and drew a bunch of Magic cards on them. Unfortunately, by the third game, all the markings had worn off and we couldn’t play anymore.
It wasn’t so bad though, because then I had to go pick up my parents from the airport. Heather (who appeared out of no where) and I left Target through the mall entrance (whatever) and headed out to the car. Walking through the halls of the mall, which was really part of an airport (like the mini mall many airports have) I got a call from my dad saying they were going to be flying in to a different mall. We hurried to the car, but passed two people that looked almost exactly like my parents, only the woman was younger than my mom, and the man had longer hair, and only a moustache (no beard). I noticed them as they walked out of a store and saw that the man threw a receipt in the trash. I ran over, grabbed the reciept and noticed that it was a credit card carbon, you know, one of the old style ones where they actually made an impression of your card? Well, his name was Kenneth E. Close I. Wierd, I had to go talk to him. I walked up and let him know that it was a bad idea to just drop those carbons in the trash like that, and then said, “You wanna see something crazy?” I pulled out my wallet and showed him my driver’s license, joking about how I was the D model and he was the, lesser, cheaper E model, to which he took offense and they ran out of the mall.
I can’t remember where it went from there, but I really don’t recall ever getting to my parents.
I just though it was a wierd, and interesting dream. I’ve been trying harder and harder to remember dreams when I wake up. I’m getting better, but it’s still hard. I think part of it has to be done while you’re sleeping, while your dreaming. You have to comment to yourself in the dream. I remember saying things like “how sad is this that I’m still bored” and “wow, they really look like my parents.” So something must be working.
Everytime the elevator door opens and it’s not my lab attendant, a little part of my dream of cereal this morning dies.
Monday morning and I’m in the lab not eating my cereal. Damn it.
The weekend wasn’t too bad all in all, though Nick decided to throw a wrench in my Sunday by calling at 1:30 saying that our workout time was moving from 2:30 to 2:00. I was still watching Butterfly Effect and had no idea how much it had left to go. He also dropped the bomb on me that we’d be going straight from the Rec Center to his game. None of that was in my plan for the day. It all worked out in the end though. I got through Butterfly Effect without a problem and headed out to the Rec Center. Was only about 10 minutes late, but still got there before Steve and Craig. Had a pretty good workout day. Was a stomach and lower body day, but the Torso Rotation machine was out of order so I missed out on one machine. Got on the rower again, but my arms told me at 6 minutes that I wasn’t going to do 12 minutes on it. Gave up and went upstairs to run for a bit to finish out the cardio. Had time to float in the pool to cool down my core temperature as well so I’d stop sweating before going over to Nick’s to game.
I was harshly reminded yet again that my hard drive crashed. I went to update my character for Nick’s game since we leveled last time and remembered that it was done in PCGen. So when I went to level him, I couldn’t just erase and re-write the numbers, I had to sit and scribble out and make notes until I get a chance to transcribe him to an actual character sheet. I have a love/hate relationship with PCGen. I love character generators, but I hate having to reprint the character every time something changes. I’ve been this way about character generators for years, from way back in the AD&D 2nd Ed Core Rules CD Rom days.
I also put the first coat of paint on the walls in the office this weekend, also. It’s certainly a bold color choice. I’m still not displeased with it at all, it just continues to surprise me ho willing I was to go that bright. I wanted a kind of wasabi/bamboo yellow/green and by damn that’s what I got. I need to put another coat on and may take the afternoon off to do so. Then I just need to decide on the baseboards and trim around the doors. I’d like to get the furniture back in before my parents come to visit, which shouldn’t be a problem once I actually buy the material for the baseboards. I’m probably just goign to use 1×6 or 1×8 and put a 1×1 in front of it. I don’t really want to use quarter round because I like the idea of all the squared elements. Heck, I’m tempted to rip the trim off the doors and replace it with 1×2 but I really don’t think I need to spend time and money on that. At least not at this point. If I did that, then I’d have to change the window sills and I’m definitely not going that route.
Mowed the lawn this weekend too. It really needed it. Wore one of my “wife-beaters” and even though my body really hasn’t shown any signs of change, I’m at least more comfortable with myself and was fine out in the front yard. Though I did burn my shoulders a bit.
Anyway, I guess I don’t really have anything more to say.
Harold and Kumar Go To White Castle Friday BayBee!!!
new version, same score…
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Heather’s depressed about money today and it’s bringing me down. I wish I wasn’t so empathic. Its Saturday and I don’t want to be down, I want to be up. I hate to see half of my weekend fade away just because Heather got me depressed.
I need more beer.
Shit its hot out there, but since there’s no RPGA today, I’ve decided to mow the lawn. What a horrible idea.
Wish me luck and hope I don’t sweat my testicles off.
“Home is where the learning happen
That is, including the errors, the exact fortune. Wow.
Now I really am off to bed. C’mon Tem.
I feel like I’ve been neglecting Livejournal lately. I’ve been reading the crap out of it, but I havne’t been replying or posting that much. To anyone who’s missed my activity, I’m sorry. I’ll try to do better. To people who are glad I’ve been so inactive lately, fuck you, I don’t care anyway.
Why is it that when your backspace key is starting to wear out, you find yourself needing it more and more. Fuck.
Just saw Stark Raving Mad, kind of makes me want to go clubbing which I haven’t done in a while and am starting to feel way too old to do. I don’t want to be the creepy guy at the dance club, and I don’t want to feel obligated to dance. I just like DJ mixes and dance music. I want to sit in a dark corner with a drink and my wife cuddled up next to me in something insatiably cute/sexy and feel the music reverberate in the hairs on my body. Is that too much to ask? Unfortunately, not only am I usually not very comfortable in clubs, but they’re too fucking expensive, and my wife doesn’t really like them that much, she doesn’t like the music that loud. I like the atmosphere and the attitude that a club gives, I’m not really in it for the dancing. Well, the attitude and the peoplewatching.
Anyway, it was a good movie anyway, but it did make me miss the pulse of music that’s just a bit too loud to hear yourself talking even.
We were supposed to have a Spycraft game tonight; but instead, since Steve pussed out, we sat around, played some Champions of Norrath and just had a lazy evening. It wasn’t too bad, but I have to say, I was definitely more in the mood for RoboRally than CoN, but I couldn’t quite convince a bunch of people who had never played it.
I want to do more with my moBlog too, but it’s kind of a pain to post to lately… I try to send photos by email, but they never show up so I have to post them through the web site which kind of defeats the purpose. I’m not sure what people really want to see either. I don’t really go anywhere and I don’t really do anything remarkable. I mean, I go to work, I work out, I ride my bike, I watch movies and I sleep. Occasionally I play games, but there’s just not as much to take pictures of lately. I dunno. I’m gonna have to try to look at the world a little differently I think. That and figure out why I can’t seem to upload via email. I’m going to try to email another photo and see if it works this time.
Well, it’s getting kind of late and I’m not really talking about anything I guess. It’s looking like I don’t have to run that RPGA game tomorrow morning so I’ll have more free time. Probably start painting the office walls and maybe the mini I bought for the Eberron game. Who knows. I might go to the rec center as well, but it’s definitely wierder to go on a day by myself than with someone. I mean, Steve and I were talking about this the other day. We don’t really do anything together or even chat once we get there, but it’s the act of simply going together that makes it count. You’re accountable to someone to at least show up. They are there with you and know that you’re sticking to your routine and your word.
Whatayaknow… the image post actually fucking worked.
Oh yeah, and the whole time I’ve been writing this, I’ve been realizing how incredibly cool this new Full Throttle userpic is. I surprise myself some days. BTW, I finished the game this afternoon. Games today are longer, but this one was still cooler than most. I’m out.
